Juice Wrld - New Finesse lyrics

[Intro: ?] Ayy Ayy, [?] (Purchase your tracks today), look, ayy [Chorus: ?] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Verse 1: ?] Bro said he’s back in the hood And he got MACs in the back of his hood Pillow talking you get snatched in the hood f**k around and get dragged to the back of the woods Killers lurking, murking, searching for danger You step out your place, get put back where you should Me and Juice taking plugs out the socket They trapped in the trap like bear traps in the woods And that’s cool I’m doing this sh*t that my momma don’t know The plug hit my line, he got drugs for the low But I rob all my plugs I just hope it don’t show Juice got the juice but the gun with him too If you flinch one more time, then he might let it go Plug meet me up, i just act like its nothing Juice hop out, he clutching the thing at his throat [?] on the floor We gon run it back, ain’t talking bout m’s on my ni**a, we score Man I got bars like a xan, like a gate, like a prison My ni**a you already know Bar after bar, I got bars in narcotics If you need ’em, just hit me, just don’t call my phone Meet me in person, put ni**as in hearses Them boss is like mad at them, b**ches too strong, ayy [Chorus: ?] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Woah, woah, woah New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new Smokin’ dope, never stress, fly like JetBlue Run up on me, that’s okay, what this TEC do? I just asked your main b**ch, “What the neck do?” I get the money then flip it and get it again ni**as talk sh*t, well I’m in Talkin’ that sh*t, that’s okay I run up with that thing That thing’ll get a ni**a fan I might pull up in a Benz, f**k on a couple of fans Count up a couple of bands Shoot at a couple of feds Takin’ them shots to the head, woah Xannin’, Xannin’, Xannin’, baby, I’m Xannin’ Run up on me, I’ma kill you, you standin’ No you not, I got to shootin’ and fannin’ I leave a ni**a btich so f**kin’ stranded I been ballin’ out like I’m from Atlanta I been goin’ crazy, ni**a, you know it You could catch me pourin’ all of the Fanta Got the lean and you know my loud is potent, ayy New finesse, new finesse, new finesse f**kin’ your b**ch from the back while I count up a sack Motherf**ker, I never stress ni**as talk sh*t, that’s okay, I got K’s And I put that to you and I let you rest Any ni**a talkin’ stupid to me, I’ma come through, hit him with a TEC (This that new finesse) [Chorus: ? & Juice WRLD] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Outro: Juice WRLD] Juice Heaven and Juice Heaven and Juice Heaven and Juice